As I walk the street at night, frightened of every noise, every corner hiding the unknown in shadow,
Adrenaline pumping, ears thumping from blood rushing round my body, Unable to breathe.
Chest heave. Gasps of air escape to become thin tendrils of curling mist, every step I take,
echoing off houses either side of me, wild eyes, scan for movement, ready to leave, I quicken my pace.

In the window reflection I can see me (looking back at me)
In the window reflection I can see me looking tired

Those red, dead eyes are scaring me.
No emotion, just confusion,
Wordlessly shouting
but I can't see how it's affecting my family

Just who the fuck does this guy think he is?
Taking over my life and getting straight to business.
Damn mother fucker has me in a chokehold, he's squeezing my neck and not letting me go.
Trying to take my place, become one of the fixtures, erase me from the pictures on the mantlepiece,
He's after my family, a ghost, intangible but damaging and he looks a lot like me.

In the window reflection I can see me (looking back at me)
In the window reflection I can see me looking tired

I don't recognise the figure in front of me, a faker, an opposite, an apostle,
Each crack in the mirror a splintered section of the myth that makes this almost impossible
Hallucinatory, illusory. This artificial, insubstantial, fossil.
Inconsequential fabled, fictitious figment of an impalpable imagination.

In the window reflection I can see me (looking back at me)
In the window reflection I can see me looking tired

It's me. I'm what's scaring me.
Anger boils. No idea how I'll react
I am just shouting
Into the void that was once my family

I need some time out from life...
I need some time out from life...
I need some time out from life...